Mia

Mia was wearing a black dress, with white spots dotted all over it. It was buttoned up at the front from her naval to above her boobs. The dress fitted her perfectly, nice and smooth over her boobs, and tight around her waist, flowing out and billowing out beautifully around her arse down to her knees.

She was currently standing by the empty bar, leaning on the table chatting with Michael, an old friend of hers. Both are 21 years old. Mia stands at 5 foot 4 with Michael standing at 5 foot 5.

Concentrating, you are able to listen in on their conversation, which is when you remember Mia’s cute lisp. Her large mop of curly light brown hair bobs and moves around beautifully when she waves her arms, as do her boobs.

Looking at her you are reminded that she is a ridiculously shy girl. If there is a new person around she shys away from them, and even more so if they are male.

You obviously want to play around with that, but you have a trademark change you do to people with small boobs.

You focused, and watched as she took in a deep breath which never left her, her small B cup boobs inflated until they were lovely D cups, stretching her lovely dress, popping the top button. Reality shifted, and the dress no longer ever had a top button. From looking at it, her dress always showed a small it of cleavage, and you approved.